• This must be a dream because you are here, in front of me.
    You are talking, talking so sweet and gentle;
    But who are you talking to? to me? really?
    Not many people talk to me, really.
    At least, not many people like you.
    You're perfect, you see, and i am full of flaws.
    You are everything a girl could dream of,
    And i am just one of those girls.
    Yet, you are talking to me; But why?
    I just don't understand.
    You have never talked to me before.
    You won't hear me complaining.
    I am lost in your deep, brown eyes.
    Everything is so real, but how can it be?

    I know you must be telling me something simple such as I'm in your way.
    Strangely, I hear no words coming from your mouth.
    I'm staring, but i can't help it.
    We've made eye contact,
    I want to devote my life to not breaking it.
    I still can't believe it!
    You've never given so much as a passing glance,
    And now you're actually saying words to me.
    No, not words, sentences!
    I listen to your voice that flows like honey,
    But it seems you are speaking a foreign language.

    What are you saying?
    I come back to reality just in time to hear you say,
    "....over."
    Excuse me? What did you say?
    Why are you giving me that look?
    Oh, please don't it breaks my heart.
    You unhappily repeat what you said.
    You want me to move over so you can sit by your friends.
    Of course! I would do anything for you.
    Just to make you happy..